A/N: Forgive me?

Recap:

We stared at her for a few moments then Edward met my eyes. It was strange how she put it in a way that sounded right. But was she? "A combined power?"

Strong for you

Be my candle in the dark

Light my way with your heart

Be my strength in my sores

And I promise you

I'll be your strength in yours

EPOV

"Flying?"

"No."

"Mind-reading?"

"Already have it."

"Shrinking?"

"Oh please," I said as I rolled my eyes at Emmett. It had been hours since our discovery, and we still haven't figured out what our combined power was. Suggestions were thrown at us from everywhere in the room, and it was starting to become just a bit irritating.

"Any more ideas?" Bella yawned and stretched her arms in front of her.

I chuckled. "I have one. Sleep. How does that sound?"

She gave me a small smile and rested her head against the arm of the chair. "That sounds nice." She breathed and let her eyes close. My family excused themselves and said their soft goodnights to Bella who I doubted heard them. Except Damien.

"Bed would be a good idea by the way," I heard Damien whisper. I hadn't noticed that I had been staring at Bella. Her arms folded on her lap, her head on the arm of her chair, her hair cascading on the side, almost touching the ground. Her face was so peaceful; eye lashes casting shadows across her cheek, lips drawn in a small smile, strands of her hair falling across her nose. I smiled. A sleeping angel. My sleeping angel.

Ho! Ho! Edward, I did not know that you were that possessive. Damien thought to me.

I chuckled, I would have to get used of having Damien in my head.

Yes you will. I will make it easier for you. I'm never getting out of your head!

I rolled my eyes but smiled. I lifted Bella carefully off the chair, trying not to disturb her slumber. Gently, I laid her in her bed with the help of Damien. She rolled on her side and tucked her hands under her head as her petite body curled. Damien and I covered her with two heavy blankets and I tucked her in. After I was sure that she was warm and comfortably covered I retreated to my seat beside Damien on the small couch.

I like watching you two. Reminds me of me and Rose. He mused.

I smiled, Soon you won't need to remember, you should b back together soon. Just be patient.

I know. I know…It's just that…She…I… I kept silent, waiting for him while he hesitated. I'm tired of waiting Edward. I want her. I want to hold her again. And not in a dream.

I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly, in his eyes were a lot of pain that I knew too well and it pained me to see him pained. I understand. But you have to 'fight for her'

He grinned as I used his own words against him.

I guess you're right. I'll just have to wait…

The silence engulfed us after that. Nothing disturbed this silence except for Bella's heartbeat and soft breathing. I mostly stared at her as she slept quietly, and I noticed that she did not stir. If I remembered correctly Bella used to be all over the bed, providing she had a nightmare or not. But now she stayed on the same side I laid her on.

She can't move Edward. Stirring needs legs. He thought quietly.

Oh. Yes. Of course. Bella couldn't ….couldn't move her legs. I knew that. Nothing new.

I swallowed the lump in my throat loudly trying to show myself that it's something normal. I felt Damien's hand on mine and that was when I noticed that my hands were shaking. I fisted my hands trying to keep calm but nothing seemed to work. Damien kept his hand on my fisted one as he turned his torso a little to face me more directly. I kept my eyes on Bella. I was afraid to meet his understanding eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he whispered in concern.

Did I? Was I ready to talk? Did I want to? Could I talk? My head churned with too many questions and too little answers. I was confused and I did not know what I wanted and what I needed. I let my eyes meet Damien's and let him see the confusion and the desperation in them. His eyes searched mine for a moment, and then his filled with understanding. He unclenched my hand and took it in his as he stood up and pulled me with him.

Come with me. I'll show you something… was his only thought to me as we jumped outside the window.

We ran north and continued for a long time. The cold breeze was hitting us but we never felt it. We crossed places with heavy snow and light snow but it never stopped us or even halted us for a minute. We were invisible to human eyes; too fast to be seen. And we were too strong to be stopped by any storm.

Damien, where are we going? I asked after a few minutes of running.

I want to show you something, was his only answer to my unspoken question. It was clear that he wasn't going to answer so I did not ask again.

After about a half an hour of running he started to slow. I did not understand why he brought us here. Nowhere. There was nothing except for the white snow and the black, star filled sky.

"Damien-" and I stopped. There in the very corner, almost hidden in the snow, was a cottage.

"Don't worry. No one lives here," he assured me, but his voice had a ring of melancholy in it that I did not understand.

"Are you all right?" I whispered, putting a hand on his arm, but it did not stop him. He put his hand on mine and pulled me with him as he started towards the house.

As we walked there was no sound but the whistling of the wind and the sound of our feet on the snow. We weren't running but I felt Damien's battling desire to. A part of him wanted to run to the house but the other wanted him to run away.

When we were in front of the door, I saw his fingers twitch when they slowly touched the white door knob. He brushed away the snow and gripped my hand tighter, needing support. I squeezed his hand back; telling him without words that I'll always be by his side.

He took a deep breath and turned the knob. The door opened slowly with a creak that echoed throughout the empty place. I felt the memories trying to flood through Damien's head but he pushed against them, refusing to give in to the crushing grief. He took a step forward and his body shivered a little when the scent of the place filled him. He pulled me along with him as he reached out his hand to turn on the lights.

And the light turned on…

The room was circular and medium sized. On my right was a small kitchen that opened on the small living room on my right. There was a small couch and two armchairs. In front of the couch was a rectangular glass table that had a round and short crystal vase on top of it. Opposite the couch there was also a library with a television. Nothing fancy, just a small Panasonic. The library was stocked with books that were as old as myself. One other thing I noticed, this house was covered in cobwebs and dust, like it had been years since someone had lived in.

When I saw the small framed pictures on the wall, I gasped, and that was when Damien decided to talk.

"This was mine and Rosalinda's house. Our house as husband and wife." His voice was quiet and void of any emotion but the emotions were right there in his head. I felt and heard how hard this was for him.

"Damien…" I breathed as I tried to meet his eyes but he avoided mine, keeping his eyes on the pictures of him and Rosalinda.

"It's been so long. I haven't been in this house since I was changed," he whispered as he walked forward slowly, touching the furniture with his fingertips, keeping his eyes fixed on the pictures. "When I tried to come back here, thinking that living in a place where her scent still lingers…" he breathed in her distant scent, "would make things better. Easier. But I was wrong." He stopped in front of the flight of stairs. He stared at the first step as if he was trying to comprehend what it was. Then slowly he lifted his right foot and started to climb slowly, while I trailed behind him. "I couldn't bring myself to enter the house… the pain was too much to bear." His voice faltered, "What I needed was her. Not a piece of her." His steps were starting to become hesitant and I helped him forward by taking his elbows from behind, trying to support his weight. He stopped in front of the door of a room. It was hard to tell that we were in the second floor not the first. I refused to let myself be distracted to look around me and focused my eyes on Damien's hands as they shook towards the dusty door knob.

It was a bedroom. Their bedroom. It was small and round. Just a large bed and a vanity mirror. There were double doors that I guessed led to a normal sized closet.

"For years I fought hard against the memories. Always watching the house from outside…" he walked inside the room with my help that he now needed more than before. He touched the pink sheets of the bed as we passed it and then he faced the closet. "She used to sit in front of that mirror…" he pointed at the small vanity mirror on the side, "and brush her hair as she laughed or smiled at my comment of her being beautiful and not needing to brush her hair…" he chuckled sadly, "She thought I was humoring her…" He pushed the doors of the closet open and stared at the stocked closet. It was full of colorful dresses and different shades of blue jeans. Damien walked inside and touched different dresses as he whispered, "she would wear this when she was happy… and this one when she was sad… this one when she was bored… this one when she was troubled… and this one-" his voice broke and I felt the sobs shake him. He held on to the yellow dress tightly, he was shaking so hard now and the sobs were loud and painful.

"Damien!" I said, alarmed as I felt him suddenly fall on his knees. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to calm him but he kept holding on to the yellow dress as if his life depended on it.

"She was-s wearing this-s dress w-when she f-first t-told me that-t she l-l-l-loved m-me…" He gasped as he buried his face in the dress. I squeezed him tighter and tried to soothe-rock him.

"It's ok Damien. Take deep breaths. It's ok," I said over and over. His grief felt like mine. I could feel it coil inside me as if it were my own. I couldn't see him this way. I couldn't.

"She- she was-s wearing the s-same d-dress the d-day that I p-proposed. She said-d y-yes. She cried-d and said y-yes…" He sobbed painfully. He turned, slowly leaving the dress, and buried his face in my arm as he hunched over it and sobbed restlessly. I kept my other arm around him, trying to pull him back together.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" he repeated more than once.

"It's ok. I understand. Cry. I'll stay as long as you want," I shushed him softly.

As I held him there, sobbing in my arms, I found out why he brought me here. Damien was trying to be strong for me, but he couldn't. He tried to tell me that if he could face his fears so can I. He showed me what he showed no one else, to show me that he trusted me completely. He was accepting me as his brother in ways I did not know until now. Damien brought me here to show me that if he could do it, I could. But instead of showing me his strength he showed me his weakness.

"I'm sorry. I tried…" he croaked and I shushed him softly again. I tried to help.

"You did help." I breathed gently. "You tried to be strong for me Damien. Now, I want to do the same for you."

He squeezed my arm tighter, "I c-can't tell you-u how w-wonderful-l it is-s to have you as-s my brother-r." I couldn't have entered the house without you, let alone hold her dress, he continued in his head when his voice failed him.

I patted his head lightly and whispered, "I love you Damien. I truly do."

He tried to say it back but his sobs came in the way.

"I know Damien, I know," I assured him that he doesn't have to say it back.

I do not know for how long I held my sobbing brother in that closet. All I know is that I was content to see all his pain out when he was done. His eyes were clear again but for the first time you could see a spark of life in it. He had thrown out of his system all of his pain. And he was waiting for me to throw out my own.

I took a deep breath as I prepared myself to open up for the very first time and I was happy that it was Damien who I was opening up to. He showed me his now it was my turn to show him mine. "Her birthday was the day I died…"

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